Forward to the Past

"This was an amazing story"
"I just can't explain how awesome this story really was"

The year is 1951, and Janey Morrison's life is starting to pick up after recovering from her father's death in World War 2. Everything is going for her - she has a loving mother and grandmother, a great best friend, and a boyfriend.

However, one week suddenly changes that. When she loses two of her family members, her entire life shatters into pieces. Nothing is going for her, and she starts to feel depressed. Since she has nobody left, she picks up a gun and shoots herself in the head.

60 years later, Janey wakes up from a coma to a futuristic world as an elderly woman.Her journey now focusses on surviving in a 2012 society. She then runs into familiar faces from the past, including the person who turned her life upside down...

It's not long before Janey realises that her life has come to nothing, and she thinks she should have never woken up. However, her determination beats her depression, and Janey will stop at nothing to get the justice she deserves. Can she close the door to the past forever, and concentrate on building a future?View table of contents...

Chapters:

Six weeks passed in the hospital, and Janey had not yet left the
building. It had taken those six weeks for the doctors to teach
Janey to walk again, due to the fact that her leg muscles had not
moved in over sixty years and they were completely stiff. It took
eight hours every day to do that. Also, every day, Dr.Kindle came
to help Janey understand some of the changes in the modern world.
She was also there to help Janey come to terms with what had
happened. Janey just wanted to get out of that place, and find
out if her brother was still alive or not. Dr.Kindle also taught
Janey some modern features of every day life, such as a mobile
phone and the internet. She learned about some of the substantial
and important changes since the 1950s - how laws had changed, how
black people had been more accepted into the community, how
different groups of people had formed, how the country had fallen
on hard times with the recession, how television had developed,
and of course, how new treatments for diseases had developed.

Eventually, Janey felt ready to step into the outside world after
those six long weeks.

"Come and visit me often", said Dr.Kindle.

"I will", replied Janey, stepping out of the hospital for the
first time in sixty years. Janey still struggled to walk, so she
used a walking stick until her legs eventually recovered from the
stiffness.

When Janey left the car park of the hospital, she saw the modern
world for the first time. She had seen it from up high from
hospital windows, but never up close. She saw how busy the roads
were, and how developed the cars were.

"There were never that many in the 1950s", said Janey.

Janey remembered the street for where her home was. The council
had sorted everything out for her - they found her a council
house a few streets away from where she lived as a child, and
they gave her dole money for every week. Since Janey had never
worked, she could not really claim a pension, so she had to live
off the money that the government provided her. She was not
supposed to be there in the first place - she was supposed to be
dead, so she knew that something was better than absoloutely
nothing. Before she decided to go and see her new home (which
contained a fridge, a bed and a sofa, provided by the council),
she spotted a shop on the other side of the road. The question
was, how would she get across? Dr.Kindle had mentioned road
safety before, but Janey had so much to take in, that she had
forgotten most of it. She remembered something about finding the
part where the floor was white and black, or alternatively, look
for an electric post which showed a green man and a red man, but
she could not see anything. She decided to walk further down the
path until she saw something. She then saw a green light in the
shape of a man. Just as she approached it, the light changed to
red, and the cars carried on driving. What was she going to do
now? She remembered something about waiting for the cars to stop
for her to cross, so she stood there, waiting for five minutes. A
woman then approached her, and also stood there waiting to cross.
After another minute, the woman said, "why isn't it
changing?"
"That's what I was thinking", replied Janey.

The woman then noticed that Janey had not pressed the button to
change the traffic.

"You are one dosy woman", the woman said, pressing the button,
"how thick can you get?"
"Well, I don't understand how these things work!"
"You've never used one of these crossings before?"

"No".

"I must be dreaming!" yelled the woman, walking away, shaking her
head. Janey entered the shop, feeling very embarassed.

When Janey was inside the shop, she took out the ten pound note
that she had been given to spend on food, to give her a head
start. She was told by Dr.Kindle that if she was ever confused
about something, she should come straight back to her. Janey
chose to buy bread and fruit with the money. She then noticed a
woman. She was elderly, like Janey, and looked very familiar.
Janey thought nothing of it and bought the food and left.

Janey then walked home. On the way there, she came across the
place where it all happened - the old cafe. It was still there,
and it had not changed much. She saw the road where her mother
was killed, and had horrific flashbacks. She then remembered
shooting herself. Janey then walked down the street where she
used to live. She saw her old house, and cried. It had been
modernised, and looked very different. Janey then saw that two
doors down, where her "friend" Kate lived when she was a child,
the house had not changed much. Then that woman who was in the
shop approached the house. She talked to Janey.

"Honestly", the woman said, "I've lived in this house all my
life, and it's now that the council say it's falling apart and
they need to move me out!"

"Kate!" cried Janey.

"Sorry, do I know you?" asked a very puzzled Kate.

"You're not going to believe this, but I'm Janey!"
"Janey?"
"Your best friend from childhood!"
"Janey? Oh, my God!" Kate cried. She then stopped. "Wait a
minute", said Kate, "Janey went into a coma, and that's the last
I've heard of her!"

"I woke up a few weeks ago! This was my house!" she cried,
pointing to her old house.

"Fine. I need you to prove it, if you're the real Janey".

"Well, when we were children, we used to chase each other up and
down the fields, and we used to spend the Summers together".